We drove down the road, the windows down to let the cool air blow through the cab of the truck. The smell of smoke filled my nose. There was no more screams outside, just the sound of a car alarm going off. We must of been in a part of town that was abandoned. It was definitely a step up from being hit with rocks by drunken partiers.
The bullet hole was still in the windshield from earlier. It only reminded me of the guy I ran over. As I looked even closer at the truck, in the driver seat was a dark liquid that could be taken as blood. I wasn't sure if it was from me, or from the guy on the loading dock behind the grocery store. Both the bullet hole and the blood made me sick all over again.
As Jimin asked me how things went when no one was around, I told him my truthful story. From when I went to the bar next door, to the party to see them, how I got pulled out of the room, when I stumbled out of the party, bandaged my shoulder with the sleeve, and what happened at the store. Even he laughed when I told him about how the people who were chasing me completely overlooked where I was. But as I told him about my escape, a lump started forming in my throat as I described how I ran over the guy. He went silent after that.
We stopped at a street that seemed a bit familiar. We must of been close to the party. Jimin turned off the truck by the wires under the steering wheel, then leaned his head against the headrest, his eyes closed.
"Aren't we going?" I asked, my hand on the door handle. I watched him closely as his chest rose and fell, his face completely calm. But I knew he was silently freaking out. I was doing the same. I just wanted to get this all over with.
"I need you to stay back, please," he said quietly, his eyes still closed. I could hear a strain in his voice, like he was holding something off to the side. "If you hit that shoulder or pull it one more time, you're sure to bleed out. You've been super lucky lately, and I can't risk you getting hurt. Namjoon would kill me if you did."
"I'm fine, though!" I exclaimed. I tried ignoring the small, numbing pain in my shoulder. That wasn't helping my case. "Please don't let me stay back! Look, I've been throwing up and shaking, but I'm all good now. I just needed to get it out of my system. Until seven, I'm going to be helping you as much as possible."
"Just stay in the effing truck!" Jimin suddenly yelled, making me jump. I stared with wide eyes as he looked at me, a scowl on his face. I suddenly wished I hadn't been so insistent. "Stay in here, and I'll be back in an hour or so. Don't move a muscle. I'm not planning on you dying tonight, or Namjoon killing me. So stay in here, and don't attract any attention. Got it?"
I nodded, my hands tightening into fists. My heart was pounding, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I hated feeling afraid, but for this reason, I could understand.
With a sigh, Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why am I yelling at her like an angry parent?" he muttered, his eyes closed. He looked stressed. I felt like I was being treated like a small child. He had a point.
"Just stay here, okay?" he said quietly this time, turning back to me, a small scowl still on his face. He seemed to plead with his eyes. I bit my lip. "I know that I shot you in your shoulder, and I've been a perv as well, but this is for your own good. I can't have you bleeding out. If you stay back, you're causing the guys less pain."
I wanted to fight back, saying something along the line that I was a pain in the ass, but I kept my mouth shut. "Okay," I said quietly, looking out the windshield, daring not to meet my eyes with his. I understood his concern, but I also was a part of this team. They weren't going to stop me from helping out.
Another sigh, and his door opened. A rush of cold wind whipped through, my shoulders huddling together in reaction. The door then shut, his footsteps echoing away. Soon I was left in a silence of the wind howling, seeming to have a melody of whistling to it as well.
I pulled the small pocket knife out, flicking it open. It's small, black blade glistened in what little light I had from outside. I stared at it for a moment. What was I going to do? I had nothing to keep me occupied. What could I do to keep myself entertained?
Interrupting my thoughts, I heard some laughs and yells. I looked out the windshield, and there walking down the sidewalk, about a block up, was some guys with the other gang's jacket on. I froze, but then scrambled down to the floor, ducking my head down as much as I could. It was hard, but I seemed to manage.
The voices got closer, chorusing with the wind. My shoulder was starting to hurt from hunching over, but I kept down. They were almost in front of the truck now.
"He should be around here somewhere," a voice said, exactly next to the truck now. My heart seemed to stop along with my breathing.
"What's the point of even looking anymore?" another voice said, seeming to have a whining tone. "He already got the flag. And if he does come back for his buddies, we'll just catch him again."
"You just want to go back to the party."
"What I'm saying is that we shouldn't waste our time on that guy. He shouldn't be a huge problem. Let's just leave the little bunny to the wolves."
"Since when have you been making metaphors?" said another voice, a bit gruffer this time.
"Since now. Let's just go back."
"Hey guys... Doesn't this truck look familiar...?"
Before anything else could happen, I snatched my pistol out of my leggings, and snaked up to my seat. I could see out of the side mirrors the guys staring up at the truck. There were three of them, just like when they were talking. I didn't want to kill anymore people, but if they connected me with the truck, I was going to be in a lot of trouble.
"What are you implying?" one of the guy said. I saw him look at his friends, his face in confusion. He didn't seem to recognize the truck. He must've been at the party.
"I've seen it before," another guy said, his eyes seeming to narrow as he looked it up and down. "I know I have. I just don't know where..."
My hand felt for the handle of the door, my eyes staying on the mirror. They kept talking among themselves, trying to recall from where the truck was. Thankfully, the passenger side was away from the guys, because my hand fell on the handle of the door, and opened it as quietly as I could. They never seemed to notice anything.
On the count of three(which I counted by three of my breaths), I turned to face the door, and slipped out. But as my feet hit the ground, I heard all their voices falter. I stopped breathing, standing still. My grip tightened around my pistol.
I heard a murmured from the other side of the truck, then quiet footsteps coming around it. I needed to weigh my options. If I stayed there, I would have to face all three of the guys, but if two were going around the back and one at the front, vise versa, then I had less opponents. If I took the risk of charging at one side, then I could end up with a higher victory.
Not overthinking it, I ran to the end of the truck, holding up my gun in front of me with both hands. When I turned the corner, I was met with only one guy, a knife drawn by his side. His eyes widened when he saw me.
"Don't say a word," I hissed, taking a step towards him. He stepped back to keep the gun further away.
"Put the gun down, Miss," the guy said quietly. I could see the fear building up inside him, wanting to break through. He probably wasn't expecting a girl to pop out with a gun, a fire in her eyes.
I swerved my head around, making sure the other guys hadn't snuck up on me. When the coast was clear, I lunged at the guy, snatching him right next to me. I pressed the barrel of the gun against his temple. "You and your friends have something I want. You're gonna give it to me, or I'll kill all of you." I was only bluffing. I couldn't kill another person. Even at the thought made my stomach hurt.
I could feel him shaking as my hand gripped his arm harshly. "Y-Yes, of course. Let me just go get my friends." He tried walking away from me, but I jerked him back, pressing the gun harder against his temple.
"Call them over so they know you're okay."
In a shaky voice, he called the guys over, but when they saw us, they stopped in their tracks, completely shaken at the sight. Only one of them had a pistol like me, so they pulled it out on me. I did something I wasn't expecting. I aimed my gun at him, shooting him in the hand. He screamed, the pistol falling to the ground. The other guy never grabbed it as I placed the barrel back on the guy I had's temple.
"Take me to the party," I said calmly, watching the guy's hand bleed all over the concrete. "Help me get Beyond The Scene out of custody, and you all live. If not, this guy goes first," I said while shaking the guy I had. He yelped, and I grinned a little.
"Fine! Whatever you need!" the guy who was helping the bleeding hand one said. He looked frantic as he tried to stop the bleeding on the guy's hand. "We'll get them out! Just leave us alone!"
With a short, dry laugh, I pushed the guy I had away, him falling to the ground. I grinned at them. "Wimps."